Who are you?
Wait, have we once before met?
I swear I can see the colors in the depths of my head,
Orange in the back of another sunset,
Behind all the words that have gone unsaid
For far too long.
It's far too much
To ask for some time, some feelings,
Some touch.
And I don't mean to be terse,
But I'm kind of in a rush.
I left all my belongings in that box by the brush.
I keep an eye on them closely,
But it isn't enough.
It never was.
It never will be.
The shades and bold shapes,
I never did see,
The characters off the page I never could be.
But look, that bastard in the cage,
Well, he used to be me.

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